Since We Are Men, We Will Play

Tyranny Is Tyranny, No Matter What Its Form; The Free Man Will Resist It If His Courage Serves.

"i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That Ye May Be Mistaken." I Should Like To Have That Written Over The Portals Of Every Church, Every School, And Every Courthouse, And, May I Say, Of Every Legislative Body In The United States. I Should Like To Have Every Court Begin, "i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That We May Be Mistaken."

The Fathers Who Contrived And Passed The Consititution Were Wise In Their Generation; As Time Passes, We Come More And More To Realize Their Powers Of Divination.

Life In A Great Society, Or For That Matter In A Small, Is A Web Of Tangled Relations Of All Sorts, Whose Adjustment So That It May Be Endurable Is An Extraordinarily Troublesome Matter.

We Lose The Forest For The Trees, Forgetting, Even So Far As We Think At All, That We Are Trustees For Those Who Come After Us, Squandering The Patrimony Which We Have Received.